Lost love

Now have I bidden farewell

To the Spring, that is ah! how fleet

And a long farewell to my lover,

Alas! how long is the pain!

Truly the flowers in a year

will blossom afresh at my feet.

But never the season return

When I and my darling shall meet.

Who gave me a gift so precious,

But left me to love it in vain?

The Master of Magic who sent it,

Ah! surely could send it again.

If only to darken the darkness,

O Thou in Thy heavens above,

Why dost Thou light for a moment

The lamp of a beautiful thing?

Who is there now that will carry

My little winegourd for love,

When I go next year to the meadow

To look on the joy of the Spring?